Work should’ve been something I loathed. In fact, after the first few weeks, it was. That is, until someone new moved into town. He worked alongside me, and even if it was just some greasy spoon fast food joint, with him at my side, work was more enjoyable. As one of the few women who worked there, most of the young men (with the exclusion of that handful of fruity types) with eight-hour shifts would often try to make small talk with me. Though I was flattered by the efforts, I can’t say I was truly impressed with any of them by a long shot. At the age of 20, I wasn’t really too thrilled with the idea of flirting with acne-ridden teenagers or anyone who happened to have a house arrest bracelet on. I spent a lot of my time simply smiling and pretending to be oblivious, just hoping they’d le